"Brother, could you turn to chapter three for the terms again?" She hasn't quite noticed Sebastian yet, sticking her arm into the oven to pull out another tray of cookies - small and soft and...well, that's probably fruit not meat.

Once the tray is safely not in her hands or on anything that'll burn, she waves at her brother's roommate. Hopefully the trays of cookies cooling explains the smell without having to give a more detailed description.

Or Astefe'li can explain.